At that moment, memories of the past surged up in his mind, and the tide seemed to submerge him layer by layer, making him breathless.

He Shu needs to make a choice.

Time does not allow him to hesitate for a moment, the dark energy behind him is like a beast that has been closed for a long time and has come out of the box, gathering a huge shadow in the mist, and covering him as a hood!

He Shu pinched the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, turned around and patted towards the shadow.

"When fire arises, lotuses will grow, and all karma will cease to exist!"

He uttered it in a very ancient tone. After many years, he could only rely on his thin memory and the so-called talent that his grandfather once said to him, to remember these spells intermittently, fragmented, and he didn't even know the effect.

Sure enough, when he hugged the Buddha's feet temporarily, the Buddha's feet would only kick him away. As the words fell, the palm of his palm was burning hot, as if there was a faint red light emerging, which was quickly swallowed by the shadows, but at least it was a little shocking As a result, the shadow seemed to be afraid, and even slowly backed away.

But at the same time, countless ghost figures separated from the left and right of the shadow, and surrounded him.

"Hit them with fire! Did you use the red lotus karmic fire just now? Come on, keep going!"

The strange bird can only jump up and down to bluff, but can't do anything.

Not only could He Shufei not be able to pinch the second red lotus karmic fire, he also felt that all the strength in his body was quickly drained, his feet were unstable, and he couldn't even make a fist, so he fell from fatigue and became the most conspicuous prey in the ghost domain.

The strange bird raised its head and whistled, and its elongated croak echoed in the boundless darkness, and for a moment it overshadowed the roar of all the ghosts, piercing through the ghost domain and soaring into the sky.

"I didn't watch you for a while, and you started to make trouble again."

The voice was far and near, and He Shu was in a trance, unable to distinguish whether it was a real person who spoke, or his own hallucination.

This sentence was obviously not meant for him, but more like asking the strange bird Xingshi for his crimes.

As soon as the words fell, all ghosts cried together in my ears, the voice was so sharp that it had the tendency to shake the world!

He Shu couldn't take it anymore, so he couldn't help covering his ears.

But soon the movement gradually subsided again, like the tide receding rapidly, and the surrounding shadows receded rapidly.

He was roughly pulled up, and he couldn't help but staggered forward, and there was a hand behind him that pushed him hard.

"Do not look back!"

The voice sounded a little familiar, He Shu didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously ran forward.

I don't know how long ran, but when stepped on the ground, fell into the bottomless abyss!

Startled, he opened his eyes suddenly!

The ceiling is above the head, and the mattress is under the body. Sweat has soaked the clothes and bedding, and the sweat is sticking to the body.

But He Shu didn't care about the discomfort, he sat up directly from the bed, panting heavily.

Is it a dream?

"Googling."

The curtains were pulled open at some point, and a fluffy bird's head poked out from the edge of the window sill.

One person and one bird, wide-eyed and small-eyed.

The weather is not completely cool right now, but when He Shu came back, he was not in a good mood, and fell asleep without turning on the air conditioner, and of course he didn't close the windows properly.

"Potato beef stew?" He Shu asked tentatively, as if answering a password.

"Do it now?" The strange bird slammed its mouth. "In the middle of the night, I'm sorry, but if you are so enthusiastic, I will be disrespectful."

He Shu: ...

It really wasn't a dream, he thought to himself.

If it is a dream, it can be regarded as nothing happened. If it is not a dream, it will be very troublesome.

He Shu Fu forehead, a little do not want to face reality.

The clock on the wall ticked to half past four, a silent reminder of what he had experienced in the past few hours.

Soon it will be daylight.

The mind was in a mess, He Shu calmed down for a moment, turned over and got out of bed to find cigarettes, and after searching for a long time, he remembered that he wanted to quit smoking before, and there was no such thing in the room.

It's just that the ups and downs of the night made him urgently need a cigarette to soothe his soul.

The voice that appeared out of nowhere just now and saved them from leaving was clearly the man who told him not long ago that his death was imminent and who lived opposite He Shu.

"I have a few questions, let me sort them out." He Shu brushed her hair back casually.

The strange bird stared at him, as if he was afraid that he would renege on his word and run away, and let his meal of goulash and potatoes be ruined.

He Shu: "What is the origin of the man who lives with you across from my house?"

The strange bird tilted its head: "Did you say Guanghan?"

He Shu hasn't recovered yet, and his reaction is a bit slow: "Guang, Han?"

Strange bird: "Guanghan from Guanghan Palace."

What a weird surname and first name, but the other person's appearance and temperament fit inexplicably with this name.

The strange bird didn't mention Guanghan again, but said: "You have already been marked, and the demon will not let you go easily. Just because you escaped this time, it doesn't mean that you can escape next time."

He Shu: "What imprint?"

The strange bird lacked language and flapped its wings impatiently: "It's hard to explain to you, you just take it as a bow or a curse!"

When He Shu touched his forehead, he still had thick hair with no danger of baldness, and there was no strange phenomenon of scales and dragon horns on his forehead, but a faint chill on his shoulders and back of his neck, like a sign of body shaking before a cold, mysterious and mysterious, indescribable, but can feel.

Just like what the strange bird said, he was being followed by the demon. On the train at midnight, he ruined the good deed of the demon, and his fate was changed because of this.

"What about you, what kind of bird are you?" he asked the strange bird.

This is obviously not an ordinary parrot.

In other words, even the most intelligent species in the parrot world does not have such intelligence, unless there is a human soul living in its body.

After going through the previous series of twists and turns, He Shu felt that he was able to deal with every possibility calmly.

"Didn't I say it, Phoenix!" The strange bird jumped, "Which mortal mud tire can be as powerful and domineering as me?!"

He Shu: "There doesn't seem to be any ancient books that record that Phoenix loves potatoes and beef stew, right?"

The strange bird sneered: "It is better to have no books than to believe in books. The ancient books are all made up by people. It also said that there are five phoenixes, but have you ever seen a colorful phoenix like me?"

He Shu thought, so you are not a Phoenix!

But the strange bird is so persistent that he can no longer listen to any opinions that he may be a protected animal macaw.

It was fruitless to continue arguing, so He Shu decided to put it aside.

"last question."

And the most important one

"How do I get rid of the demon?"

Do you want to go to a temple to ask for an amulet, or go to a Taoist temple to find a Taoist priest to practice?

The strange bird shook its head: "Those ordinary Taoist priests in the world should not be able to do anything to it."

He Shu: "To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell is needed, or I can find Guanghan."

The strange bird's eyes flickered, and he hesitated: "Guanghan doesn't like dealing with people."

If Guanghan knew that there were still so many troubles in the follow-up, let alone beef stew with potatoes, they might have to move again.

He Shu could hear the implication: "How can I please move him?"

The strange bird was vague: "Wait until I ask him first."

He Shu understood that the other party didn't want to meddle in other people's business, this time it was purely because of the strange bird's meddling, that Guanghan had no choice but to act - the other party mainly wanted to save the strange bird, and he was just picked up by the way.

But, why did he let him sell such a powerful thing? This must be the "blessing" of several lifetimes of cultivation?

Which pot does the strange bird not open and which pot to lift: "Your physique is extremely yin, and your birth date should be similar, plus the ghost gate is open on the Ghost Festival, and you meddle in other people's business. Is this what you humans call stacking buffs?"

He Shu: ...

Strange bird: "You have stacked so many buffs, and your life is not bad. However, the effect of the few spells you just recited when you escaped for your life is still good, but your ability is too weak to carry the load. If you practice again, maybe you can Save yourself, there is no need for Guanghan to go out."

He Shu's expression was a little subtle.

He didn't speak, and the strange bird's understanding of humans was not enough for it to understand the meaning of it.

The strange bird tilted its head and looked at him.

"You have a master or an apprentice, right? Didn't you learn it secretly?"

He Shu shook his head: "My grandfather taught me these things."

Before the strange bird could speak, he said again: "But his old man has been immortal for many years."

The strange bird laughed at him: "You didn't study hard, do you regret it now?"

It is only when you learn too well that you will have problems.

He Shu sighed and didn't speak again.

The strange bird didn't ask any further questions, and it was obviously not interested in these things.

"What about the goulash?"

He Shu is speechless, where is the beef sold at this time?

"Wait until dawn, I'll go buy it at dawn, and stew it when I come back..."

After a little relaxation, the eyelids could no longer be opened, he said vaguely, followed the instinct of the body and fell headlong, losing consciousness.

"Hey!"

...

When he woke up again, a glare leaked from the curtains, and He Shu couldn't help closing them again just as he opened them.

After getting used to it a bit, he narrowed his eyes and looked around the room again.

It was 12:30 noon, except for the messy bed quilt, the furnishings were the same as before.

The strange bird that was still making noise before going to bed disappeared.

He Shu sat up, groped beside the pillow, and picked up a light green feather.

This should be left by the strange bird when it flapped its wings desperately just now.

He calmed down, thought for a while, got up to wash, went out to buy beef, potatoes and tomatoes, went home and cut them up and boiled them in the pot, and waited patiently until the house was full of fragrance, and a pot of beef stew with potatoes that was not perfect but eighty-nine percent came out of the oven. Then he knocked on the neighbor's door.

The sound insulation of the door panel was not very good, and there seemed to be several people talking inside. He Shu knocked twice and was opened, revealing a strange face, an ordinary middle-aged man.

Both of them froze for a moment, and the other asked first, "Who are you?"

He Shu: "I live at the opposite door, come and visit."

The other party was stunned, and stretched out his hand to shake: "So it's a neighbor, welcome, come in and sit down? I'm the new owner of this house. I just took over. Come here today to see if there are any changes that need to be made in the decoration."

He Shu followed the other party into the house.

The interior decoration of the house is very simple. Two designers are discussing how to renovate the house. When they saw He Shu, they both paid their respects politely.

"When did you buy this house? I heard that the original owner seems to be out of town?"

"Yes, Lao Yang! His family immigrated to New Zealand and sold this house to me before leaving. I haven't had time to come and see it. I guess it will be rented out when it is finished. He said the house has been vacant for two years. I don’t think it’s unpopular, everything is quite new, and the furniture doesn’t seem to need to be replaced much.”

He Shu's heart moved: "So, this house has not been rented out for two years?"

The homeowner was surprised: "No, what's wrong?"

He Shu smiled calmly: "It's nothing, I heard movement outside the door a few days ago, and thought it was the house rented out."

The man was decisive: "There is only one key here, and it has always been with me. When I first came to open it, the lock was a little rusty. It must have never been rented out."

He Shu looked around, and his eyes fell on the dining table not far away.

From his angle, he could see that the dining table was covered with dust. The dust was not accumulated in a day or two, but there were still a few faint marks on the dust, two of them, like... paw prints?

If it weren't for these two bird paw prints, He Shu would have suspected that he was suffering from sleepwalking delusional disorder, and imagined a parrot claiming to be a phoenix and a man named Guanghan out of thin air.

The owner of the house was very enthusiastic. He took He Shu around the house and asked him to help him see if there was anything that needed to be repaired. Finally, he gave He Shu a business card and asked him to take care of the house for him in the future. The tenants who come here can also contact themselves in time if they have any situation.

He Shu politely declined the other party's proposal to have dinner together, and returned to his home.

The aftertaste of the potato stewed beef still reminded him that the strange bird did not come to pick up the promised food as promised, and it disappeared without a trace together with that Guanghan.

Ghost Festival, Devil, Yin and Yang Junction, Strange Bird, Guanghan.

Various elements are intertwined into a bizarre new world, evoking memories that He Shu is reluctant to touch easily.

Just like this, the past few days were calm and nothing happened.

He Shu went to several famous local temples and Taoist temples a few times, but no one could see his problem.

The death threat seemed to have been lifted as well.

But He Shu knew no.

Because he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he often dreamed that he was chased and escaped by a group of demons and ghosts in the chaotic realm of neither yin nor yang, and in the end it was always Guanghan's shout that saved him.

"Don't look back!"

Then He Shu woke up.

Repeated over and over again, as if to remind him of what had happened.

The house at the opposite door was being redecorated, the owner did not show up again, and there were decoration workers coming in and out. Guang Han and that noisy strange bird were like bubbles bursting, completely disappearing in his life without leaving a trace.

In any case, life must go on, the mortgage must be paid, and the spirit has almost recovered, so He Shu restarted the sports car business.

At 4:28 in the afternoon, he received an order near the TV station in Nanhai Road.

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Small theater unrelated to the main text:

Fengfeng: I'm really not a macaw, believe me, I'm really a phoenix!

Guanghan: ...

He Shu: Why is it so attached to Phoenix?

Guanghan: Is there a bias in self-cognition?

Fengfeng frowned and began to demolish the house.